Fatha Ferg - Ain't Famous (feat. Mar2x)

Ain’t famous but I think rich
Big house with 4,5,6 whips
No omelette, tryin make a quick flip
Miss shots only time you seen bricks
Yo bitch see green, and wanna strip strip
Swag like a Jheri curl, drip drip
You a dead man if gun go click,click
Put his ass in a body bag, zip, zip
Feel a breeze, throw money in the air
Let the wind do rest, Hundredseverywhere
Boys hating, in they feelings but I don’t care
Im trying to make thousands by the pair
Hit top 100 billboards
Win Grammy, BET, source awards
Bitches that dubbed me, wanna fuck
I’m the same nigga, now you star struck
A lil bit of fame won’t change me
It’ll change my mindset and who’s around me
Friends can turn into enemies
Fantasies into realities
Keep them bottles comin like a drunkie
Hotbox this bitch get it Smokey
No handouts if you ain’t Tim or Tiffany
Spouse, siblings, children additionally
I’ll support you if you support me
My circle positive vibes only
I’m buyin the block fuck payin rent
Keep the money in the family that “Make $ense”
That’s how the rich just stay rich
I wanna date Keke Palmer let me call Hitch
Anything’s possible, man damn this
Just believe in yourself and say this
So I gotta be famous
I need to be somebody
And I'll do anything to get where you are
I'll do anything to reach the stars
You don't want what you have
But I want it so bad
You say it ain't fair but what ain't fair is no one cares if you ain't famous
(You ain't famous)
What do it take to be famous
Jewelry stainless
None of that ice keep me painless
All of my niggas they dangerous
Most of my niggas from section 8 bangin
Niggas want fame then claim it
Chasin the clout you basic
I gotta whole lotta niggas who mad cause im puttin on and bringin out greatness
Look gotta know what it come wit (Know what it come it)
Once you get it gon control it (Control it)
I don’t know how to feel but i gotta keep it real
Nun less or they gon quit
Aye do you really want me 
Do you really want me
Or do you really want M’s
Since i got money you back in my films
Ride or die girl yeah i need one of them
Ion be judgin a thang
Nigga just stay out my lane
Throw up a M in that thang
You cant be down wit da gang
We can go bang for bang (Yea)
Yeah i been in rooms wit some of da baddest
She get on top she callin me daddy
What you gon do for some of the latest
Cars and clothes that will make you famous
And ion wanna know how it go
But i want you onnat pole
Baby girl work for this role
put you in some new fashionno
We can take it down to the floor
knew before that this was your goal (Yeaaaaa)
Karma comes back around when you gone nobody gon know
So I gotta be famous
I need to be somebody
And I'll do anything to get where you are
I'll do anything to reach the stars
You don't want what you have,
But I want it so bad
You say it ain't fair but what ain't fair is no one cares if you ain't famous
You ain't famous
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh

Written by:
Jarion Alexander, Mar Alexander, Tim Ferguson

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